The sun. [volume] (Morris, Stevens County, Minn.) 1882-1895, 1887-11-10
PITY the Poor Salesman;
New York Letter to Hartford Courant.

New York Letter TO Hartford Courant.
A woman behind the counter Is
like queen behind her throne, and Is
frequently q tyrannical and arbitrary
sovereign; but a man selling goods
does not possess the same imposing
appearance. His object seems too
plainly to be to sell his wares instead
of to triile with the customer or to ex.
ercise his great privileges. He is not
a diplomatee, and in this position,
with all it's temptations. he is seldom
a bully,
A few days ago, while waiting on the
will OF peerless lady with bandoline
and bang and a naughty mien in a
Broadway shop. the subscriber was
attracted by negotiations between two
ladies and salesman. He was q heav.
lily built, stalwart young man with q
fresh color, and, to the casual glance,
in good training, weight about 100
pounds, skin clear and we'll colored.
The ladies were from out OF town-we
will say Jersey, the Jersey flats, by
way of g venture, The younger, the
would-be purchaser, was very thin, in
clined to straw color, chill and aguish
looking-not at all in good condition.
You would have given the shopman
long odds in any combat between the
two. But there was mother with
the younger woman her duplicate, if
duplicate means double, for she was
just double as fat, double as old, doub-
le as eagle-eycd.
81 want to see some black silks, IRE
marked the daughter.
HCertainly, madam" said the shop
man. "Here is, guarantee. the finest
piece OF black silk ever made up in
this city. If were lady and buying
silk I'd buy this black. AS long as
any of it's left, even alter it gets slick
and shiny, you can add to it, you can
turn and twist it,"
80, but don't want it if it's going
to get shiny and going to fallto pieces
like that" said the young lady from
Jersey; II want something that'll
wear"
"But, madam" began the shopman,
II didn't say
"Well, Mary Jane" interrupted the
elder lady, disparingly, s'it does seem
an awful pity you've got to give up
your black silk. but s'pose if the
man says himself it's gong to get
shiny and's coming to pieces. it's no
good looking for one. Black silks al
ways convenient in case of family af-
Fiction, there you are; there's nothing
genteeler for church; and as for teas.
all's extra you've got to have's lace
tichu, and there you are again. Give
me black silk, says /, and there /
am, no matter where you put me.
But, of course, if it's going to get like
that, falling TO pieces in your hands,
as he says
"Madam-" gasped the shopman.
his breath to shorten.
"Of course, nobody wants dress
that's going to fall to pieces, because
there'd be the dressmaker to pay, and
what's the use of making up if it g
bound to act like that?" went on the
younger lady; but she was not weak
ening, her color was high, and a
healthful excitement glowed in her
eyes
II said, madam, that" whisper
ed the shopman.
"Of course ! feel discouraged, Mary
Jane" said her mother, waving him
aside. "but at least he's honest, some
men'd tried to pass off their goods as
worth buying. Young man, lsay this
to you. Your silks poor, but you're
honest, and wish you WE'LL"
With this sally they moved off. Ii
kept shop Ia keep it with sales
women. They'd awe and they'd SUBJ
due, but they'd sell my black silks.